“No; not yet.”
“Nor to me. To ME, by time! You let them fellers at the store make a fool of me—”
“No one could do that, Lute. I have told you so often.”
“And you let them know it afore I did. And me livin' right in the house with you! By time! I—I—”
“There, there, Lute! don't cry. I'll tell you all about it when I come home for dinner.”
“Yes, I should think you might do that much. Treatin' your own family like—why did you tell Sim Eldredge?”
“Sim asked me and so I told him, that was all. Don't stand there fidgeting. Run along home, there's a good fellow. Mr. Taylor has his eye on you already.”
Lute glanced apprehensively toward the cashier's desk and turned to go.
“Well!” he exclaimed, “I've said you was crazy more'n once, that's some satisfaction. Say! can I tell 'em to home?”
I hesitated. “You may tell Dorinda if you like,” I answered. “But I prefer to tell Mother, myself.”